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half helmet on his head. The helmet immediately cut off all communication with Leona. The group of werewolves promptly set off for the lab, with no way for him to warn Leona.
    What had he done? Why had he talked to the voice? Worst of all, why had he involved his wife? The werewolves gave no sign of hearing this interior monologue. But when they heard him faintly whining, some of them seemed to grin.

    Leona felt a rising panic after she lost communication with Thor. She felt his fear and surprise, and then, suddenly, nothing. Was he dead?
    She started to scan the security records, but saw nothing yet. No reports of any dead werewolves or arrests. There was an arrest certificate for Thor (something about looking at a Superior), but it was still unanswered.
    “This is bad—this is really bad,” said Leona to herself.
    “What’s bad, dear?” asked Mary.
    Leona had not realized that her mother was standing there. She turned to Mary with a worried frown on her face.
    “Mom, I’ve lost communication with Thor! He was talking with some werewolves about a door. Then suddenly he felt confusion, fear, and surprise. He could have been arrested or he could be dead.”
    “I’m no expert on this telepathic stuff, but I am very sure that if Thor were dead, you would know it. So now you have to ask, where would they take him if he were arrested?”
    Leona realized she didn’t know the answer to that. She sat down at the terminal and asked the system where conversion subject 35441113 would be taken, once arrested. It showed her a room just outside the lab where the torture would take place. Yikes! Torture! She rubbed her forehead, where a headache was starting to make itself known.
    “They’re taking him to a room across the hallway from our door here. I think we’ll have to wait until they put him in the room, and then if there are any guards that stay around, we’ll open the door and blast them. You’ll have handle the blaster, Mom,” Leona continued. “I have configured it to your brain pattern. You just look at your target, think fire , or shoot , or kill , or stun —and the gun will do the rest. I’ll be dealing with all the other telepathic stuff.”
    “Right!” said Mary. After her rest in the chair, she was looking a lot less grey, and a lot more determined. She picked up the blaster and went to stand near the door.

    Thor was being escorted through the corridors. The wolves that pushed him along had as worried looks on their faces as he was sure he had on his. The other werewolves that they met in the hallways gave them a wide berth. Evidently the half helmet and shackles told a story that none of the other wolves wanted to know.
    Just as they were about to leave the main hallway, a Superior that he was sure was some kind of security person stopped the group. The werewolves did not look at the Superior, so neither did Thor. The alien put a device up to Thor’s eye. It flashed, and then he put another device in Thor’s mouth. After staring at a screen for a few moments, the Superior waved the group to go on.
    Thor noticed that the other werewolves were doing nothing to attract attention to themselves. The Superior barely looked at them. Once they started moving again, the relief on the faces of the werewolves was obvious, even to someone as new at being a wolf as Thor was.
    Thor noticed that no one walking the corridors was paying any attention to facial expressions. He guessed that in a telepathic society no one even noticed them. They wouldn’t need to.
    The Superior left them and the group of werewolves seemed to relax a little. They approached the door to the lab. One of the wolves opened a door across the hallway from it. There was a lot of animated finger-pointing. One of the werewolves, with a sad, frightened look on his face, went in the room and climbed on the chair that was there. The werewolves grabbed Thor and moved him inside the room as well. They took two devices similar to the one that the